The basset hound sniffs soft, scented snow
Her walks winding westward
Determined nose nuzzles neighborhood aromas mystical morning meandering, melting ...
The bovine beauty bathes in the sun's waning winter warmth Petty, privileged posturing, left to humans
Watched train wheels whistle, whispering lies
Night's secrets, peacefully pausing to ponder
Hungry hearts hasten homeward
bound for dreams of beckoning breezes
bearing blossoms, signifying sudden
sheer, shimmering shroud of blazing butterflies ~~
*Spring*
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